Snow Day Soup

Ski Reverie

ski day reverie
filled with powder grins,
soft turns, silent flakes

always a long day
yet happiness takes its time
falling from the sky

twenty-five years back
he asked me to marry him
so began our lives

hospitality:
the heart of an Afghan home
(how sweet the tea tastes)

post-pandemic flight
the first for me; with my girls
to steal a weekend

beautiful DC:
the center of our country,
sordid past exposed

a bar mitzvah morn
in year five-seven-eight-three
from our first beliefs

a city forest
walking distance from temple 
Shabbat salom. Peace.

my happy daughters
finding books, happiness, love
on our girls’ weekend

getting her to here
after COVID/grief trauma?
a grin worth winning

dock spider, mud, fish;
a small hardwood forest hike 
to a man-made lake

you can feel the joy
seeping through this perfect view
of nature, reborn

lakes are in my blood. 
i learned to swim in one
and love nothing more

the sound of leaf breeze
is impossible to miss
from the top? perfect

there’s just nothing like 
five giddy little-teen girls
breathing us all in

our poor Daddy 
outnumbered seven to one
without one complaint